Elegance

There are those who own, the world around your own

And say you want to swan one to one

Hey kid they own the pond

There are those who rest and those who make the beds

And should you seek redress, can't you guess?

Hey child, they own this mess

So if these star-dust memories, fail to please

If you confuse this dinner dance with elegance

If you suffer lack of due respect

Take comfort from the guessing game aspect

That she is least where you expect

Please be ashamed that you're afraid, equating elegance and real estate

When all the bullion in the world

Cannot transform what's simply second rate

But will yea no come assess me, boastfully

I'll not be bought by your silver plated come to me

So don't you do come try me

Because these star-dust memories, fail to please

They're not alike this dinner dance, this elegance and if you

Want to swan, one to one

Kid you don't need the pond

There are those whose time, is due for steep decline

If you can't find the spot, where their time stops

Just ask who built the clocks